Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.